She stroked her mouth up and down the manthing she was worshiping.She stroked her mouth up and down the manthing she was worshiping. The soft red of her lips gliding along naturally as though she did this every day. Her excitement was astounding. It rose heavily as she felt the come enter her throat and wash into her. He was shouting his joy. She was gleeful at this sensation, the thought of pleasure received. But she also felt his desire to make her come as well. She allowed him to suck and nip at her nipples again. The fire that raced through her came both from the physical contact and that belief he had, that this excited her. She'd never felt this flame rise in her chest before. Her breathing was becoming more patterned. It was deeper and now had a rhythm to it. She gasped as his fingers reached between the slender legs. Palm in, the hand cupped the thatch of hairs, rubbing along the entire length of the outer vaginal passage. Her body rose to meet the hand's motion, lunging after it when contact was broken. A finger thrust into the cavity, finding moist excited flesh to explore. The muscles in her vagina twitched tightly around that finger. A wave like movement began at her waist, her pelvis rolling with exertion. She knew her breasts would be bruised afterwards, but oddly the brutal, inexperienced attack was driving her excitement upward. Her fingers were clenched tightly, the nails biting into her palms. |